Sharee turned her attention away from the Breton woman and to Sarel as he approached, carrying in tow a familiar looking Breton man. It was a relief to have something else to focus on. The way she was looking at the other Breton was not normal for her, not for other women. It made her uneasy. Regardless, she shrugged it off and looked over Serge for a moment. "Hmm, I think myself, the rest of the crew, and the sailors operating this vessel [i]may[/i] have had something to do with that. Still, I value people with experience. I don't care where your former loyalties lay, as long as they remain former. If you have the skills I think you do, then you stand to make some gold here. If you were an officer in the Legion, then you must have done something to earn it. That, or you were born into a noble family and they gave you your command as a birthday present, or something. Since you're here, though, I'm going to assume that is not the case. Sharee took her eyes off of Serge for a moment when she saw Allaina walk past carrying a keg with the two other crew members Sharee had ordered to assist her. It looked like they found a few of them, so they would be able to have a proper celebration. Of course, food and drink would be tightly rationed at all other times, but for now, a celebration was in order for their success. "After we get these bodies off the ship, I think the success of our attack calls for a celebration. I look forward to drinking you both under the table." She said confidently. --- About an hour passed as the crew dumped the bodies and cleaned the ship. One of the crew died of their wounds, but the rest were stabilized and set on a path to recovery. There wasn't a single Imperial ship in sight, and seeing as they had changed direction to head towards Khanarthi's Roost, there were not likely to be any pursuers. Eventually, everyone's nerves seemed to calm once it appeared they were in the clear. A quick index of their food and supplies showed that the ship had been fully stocked before they captured it, with much more than enough to make the relatively short journey to the island. Some of the crew who did not have other duties to attend to were too exhausted to do anything but head to their bunks, and for the others Sharee offered for them to come above decks. Sharee stood next to the helm, leaning on a bannister overlooking the rest of the deck. With a little under half of the fighter in their bunks, or the infirmary, it wasn't as crowded as it could be, but there were enough for her. Just in front of her were a few kegs and a crate of mugs, out of which she had already filled up a drink for herself. "Well then, now that all the fires have been put out, we're on our way to our first big score. We'll be stopping by Khanarthi's Roost for a day or two, depending on how long it takes for me to do what I need to do to get us set up. We're on our way to riches, ladies and gentlement, but for the moment, why not take a moment to celebrate what we've already done? We are on an Imperial frigate. A frigate we took out of one of the most important harbors of an Empire that is meant to have the 'most powerful military in Tamriel.' Just let that sink in a moment. We've already done the impossible; the next part will be easy. Go ahead, take a mug and drink up, we've all earned a celebration for this feat." She said before taking a swig of the alcohol in her mug, which she immediately identified as a kind of Colovian brandy.